As a writer, I try not to make it all about me in every blog post, but I’m so busy creating stories, revising, editing and releasing new work, and I still have my day job too, thankfully. I’m actually writing this at a bus stop on North Broadway while I wait for the bus.
I have no time to engage on social media, but I do have this blog and want to keep it active. Right now I’m too busy to come up with engaging blog posts so I’ve decided to continue posting Scenes; for the whole month of July, if I can keep to schedule. I posted a scene awhile back, one of my favorites from Girl’s Night: Spoon Fed2 which I’m hopeful will be released very soon. Here’s another scene that I favor from there and I hope you enjoy it too.
Girl’s Night: Spoon Fed2
Saturday morning, 10:13am. Tatum had run errands early, the hospital, Warren’s office and the bank. She wanted to put him in the ground as quickly as possible to begin her life as a well positioned widow. She was all smiles thinking about it, until she walked back into the apartment and saw that Corey was still asleep, lying on the sofa, snoring loudly with all of his clothes on, only his red All Stars were on the floor beside him. The TV was on, loud, volume all the way up. Some incredibly loud cartoon was on.
“Corey, Corey get the hell up!”
He barely moved. She walked closer to him, behind the sofa and raised her voice, “Shit Corey wake up and turn the fucking TV down!”
He made a moaning sound and changed positions. Fuck! She came around the sofa to the coffee table in front of him. The table was littered with beer cans, a half bottle of Jim Beam, a half eaten meatball sandwich from Subway, donut holes, a bottle of pills and a half rolled joint. Tatum started looking for the TV remote, finding it on the floor by his All Stars. Shit! She picked it up immediately and turned the volume all the way down. She slapped his legs hard, knocking them halfway off the couch. It woke him up. She sat down.
“What the fuck?!” he said, raising his head from the plush sofa pillow that was stained with his slobber.
“You asshole!” Tatum said.
“Hey, what?” he said, lowering his head back down, but turning to lay on his back while throwing his legs in her lap.
“You trashed this place….I hate you!”
“This place is soon to be yours,” he said.
“Corey you’re not taking this seriously I have a lot to do, funeral arrangements….I want him buried quickly and it’s not easy.”
“Cream his ass!” Corey said, removing his legs from her lap and sitting up. He leaned forward, over the coffee table, grabbed the half rolled joint and a lighter.
“You’re not smoking in here!”
“Fuck you!” he said, with the joint already between his lips, lighter in hand ready to light up. “Stop treating me like a kid…you need to take a puff, a pill and a swig of JB.”
“Fuck you!” Tatum said. “You’re no help…you never were!”
“Bitch all I been doing to help you?! I helped you kill his ass remember?! You fucking whore!”
She stared at him coldly, and then her expression softened. “Yes, you did help me Corey.”
“Exactly bitch! Check yourself,” he said, lit up and took a slow drag.
“I’m nervous Corey.”
“Tate it’s all in the bag! All you got to do is go through the motions and get paid!”
“It’s not that easy Corey.”
“You making this shit harder than it is.”
“I’m not comfortable with that bitch Melissa out there!”
“What can she do? She’s just some old whore he was banging…he was an ass, got what he deserved.”
“Corey I don’t know what she knows.”
“What does it matter?”
“Warren could’ve told her something that makes me look suspicious.”
“You’re paranoid.”
“We need her out of the way!”
“You really want to kill her?!”
“That bitch could be standing in the way of almost a million…and all his fucking assets!”
“Tate I’m not comfortable killing two people, well actually you killed him.”
“Don’t you dare!” Tatum said. “You are just as much involved as me!”
“Yeah, but I didn’t give it to him,” Corey said.
“Please,” she said. “If I go down, you go down!”
“You’d give me up?!”
“I’d kill her before I have to give you up Corey.”
“Aw, well that makes me feel a whole lot better,” he said. “I don’t want to kill nobody else….and you shouldn’t either.”
“If I had my way I wouldn’t, but if this bitch ruins things….,”
“You keep saying that,” Corey said. “What could she know?”
“You never know what a cheating man would tell his whore.”
“You’ll never find out.”
“Yes I will.”
“How?”
“I know who she is now…and thanks to you, I know where she lives.”
“You think she’s gonna be friends with you?”
Tatum stared at her brother coldly, “Corey, with our without your help I’m going to find out what that bitch knows. If she knows nothing, good for her, but if she does….,”
“You’ll kill her,” Corey said.
Tatum smiled.
“I’m not helping you kill another person,” he said.
She kept smiling. “My dear brother, since I’m handling my late husband’s arrangements, let me go over his financials with you. I have them now.”
“What are you talking about? You never wanted to go over anything with me before….I’ve been helping you on your word.”
“Warren wasn’t dead then Corey….he is now.”
“And so?”
“Before you say you don’t want to kill anybody else, wait until I show you all he has, and what we’ll get.”